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All in the world know the beauty of the beautiful, and in doing this they have (the idea of) what ugliness is;
Gabe, did you pray?'
'Sort of.'
'Me too. Do you believe?'
'No. Do you?'
'No.'
'I don't believe,' said Gabriel, 'But I have faith, if you know what I mean.'
'What in?'
'I don't know, life, carrying on, I suppose.'
'Yes.
You won't git far and you won't be long, when dat big gut reach over and grab dat little one,
THE END. REALLY.
Do Your Best Work
Temperance is reason's girdle and passion's bridle, the strength of the soul and the foundation of virtue.
Know thyself.
[Lat., Ne quis nimis. (From the Greek)]
What's a gom jabbar?
The going is the goal.
Tam knew what I was saying. He stared at me, his expression unreadable. "I need you to support the ceiling above the tear I'm going to make."
"Yeah, yeah. I got it. You pull; I push. Let's go!"
"I need control and delicacy, Raine."
I snorted. "Too bad you're stuck with me.
Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.
Nor is the Gita a collection of do's and dont's. What is lawful for one may be unlawful for another. What may be permissible at one time, or in one place, may not be so at another time, and in another place. Desire for fruit is the only universal prohibition. Desirelessness is obligatory.
But you comfort me, Gimli, I'm glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe. I wish there were more of your kin among us. But even more would I give for a hundred good archers of Mirkwood.
- Legolas
Thinking along these lines, I have felt that in trying to enforce in one's life the central teaching of the Gita, one is bound to follow Truth and ahimsa.
I remember, when I was a kid, watching my mother jam herself into her girdle - a piece of equipment so rigid it could stand up on its own - and I remember her coming home from fancy parties and racing upstairs to extricate herself from its cruel iron grip.
My diminished girth, in tailor phraseology, was hardly conceivable even by my own friends, or my respected medical adviser, until I put on my former clothing, over what I now wear, which is a thoroughly convincing proof of the remarkable change.
Never argue with what is.Argue-- Tyler Perry
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Whither thou goest...
I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.
Warmth rushes through me because Kismet always prevails.
The jury has decided. I feel it in my bones.
The beggarly last doit.
She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.
Amid chaos of images, we value coherence. We believe in the printed word. And we believe in clarity. And we believe in immaculate syntax. And in the beauty of the English language.
Thinking is my fighting.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
"I think that I think, therefore I think that I am;" as close an approach to certainty as any philosopher has yet made.
I don't need a tie for gravitas.
Thou oughtest to know, since thou livest near the gods.
[Lat., Scire, deos quoniam propius contingis, oportet.]
What he needed Gorham to understand - what his son was heir to - the thing that really mattered - was the New Yorkers indomitable spirit
My reason nourishes my faith and my faith my reason.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Faithful to the word given and the idea had.
Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
a last glimmer of intelligence (p. 79)
They'd had this conversation in the cafeteria. They were waiting by the door so that Georgie could casually get in line behind Jay Anselmo, who was two years older than they were, really into No Doubt and competitive car stereos, and who would undoubtedly ignore her. What's
Still we remain, still we fight. Still we strive, still we survive.
This is crap," Shaun said, withdrawing his arm.
"Right," I agreed.
"Absolutely fucking crap."
"No argument."
"I want to punch somebody right about now."
"Not it," Rick said.
"I punch back," Steve said.
Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking for reason.
Let reason flow like water around a stone, the stone remains.
No," Marcus says.
"Yes, take it."
"Don't want it."
"Why so difficult, Marc?"
"Who's Marc?"
"You are."
"Yeah? 'Sup, Gid?
When once passion takes part in the game, the human reason, unassisted by Grace, has about as much chance of retaining its hold on truths already gained as a snowflake has of retaining its consistency in the mouth of a blast furnace.
Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing.
My big studly giraffe."
"My little horny monkey.
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
The main reason why we look constantly to the Gita is that, whenever we need help, we may get it from the Gita. And, indeed, we always do get it.
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.
[Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]
You are a gut maggot with no guts.
No point in arguing. But of course I argued.
Figure out. Fight.
Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
HIPPOLYTA
But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy,
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
The Razor's Edge,
I like arguments.
Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.
As the geometer intently seeks
to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
Sever the edge between before and after.
The world is filled to suffocating. Man has placed his token on every stone. Every word, every image, is leased and mortgaged. We know that a picture is but a space in which a variety of images, none of them original, blend and clash.
You fight with Niles?" Max asked suddenly.
"No."
"Never?"
"No! And stop asking about Niles," I demanded.
He ignored my demand and kept questioning. "Didn't care enough to fight, didn't match you in fire, or was so lazy he just put up with your shit?
By means of the simple folk remedy of ascribing to feeling what is the millennia-long labor of reason and of its understanding, all are spared the bother of rational insight and knowledge.
That all you got, George?
How many of us have been attracted to reason; first learned to think, to draw conclusions, to extract a moral from the follies of life, by some dazzling aphorism.
We're not arguing, we're discussing,
In consistency lies the power
Buggeration and Fuckery
Seeing that the Senses cannot decide our dispute, being themselves full of uncertainty, we must have recourse to Reason; there is no reason but must be built upon another reason: so here we are retreating backwards to infinity.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
I Have Fought the Good Fight and Won
He pushed. I yielded. He gave. I took. He captured. I surrendered.
Get this and get gone.
From here to happiness is a road, flat, upright, distances in between blotted out by vision, yet realized by intelligence.
What the eye delights in, no longer dictates My greed to enjoy: boys, grass, the fenced-off deer. It leaves those figures that distantly play On the horizon's rim: they sign their peace, in games.
Reason elevates our thoughts as high as the stars, and leads us through the vast space of this mighty fabric; yet it comes far short of the real extent of our corporeal being.
She can't make me," Gansey said.
"She doesn't have to," Ronan sniffed. "Mama's boy."
"Dream me a solution."
"Don't have to. Nature already gave you a spine. You know what I say? Fuck Washington.
Gilderoy Lockhart
Dance you guys!" Thalia ordered. "You look stupid just standing there."
I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym.
"Well?" Annabeth asked.
"Um, who should I ask?"
She punched me in the gut. "Me, Seaweed Brain."
"Oh. Oh right.
This is the story of a man who went far away for a long time, just to play a game. The man is a game-player called 'Gurgeh'. The story starts with a battle that is not a battle, and ends with a game that is not a game. Me? I'll tell you about me later. This is how the story begins.
The isms go, the ist dies, art remains
If I'm a faggot spell it right, I got way more than two G's
The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing.
Faith is reason at rest in God.
Distance: the space between my
heart & my body.
The night called and said, 'find
your way out now', and I'm trying.
I'm still trying.
The communication/of the dead is tongued with fire beyond/the language of the living
The Little Gidding
The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows.
We walk aware of what is far and close.
Here distance is familiar as a friend.
The feud we kept with space comes to an end.
And so it goes...
Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that floating bobbed like heads. Two heads. At swim, two boys.
Images are not quite ideas, they are stiller than that, with less implication outside themselves. And they are not myth, they do not have the explanatory power; they are nearer to pure story. Nor are they always metaphors; they do not say this is that, they say this is.
want to hang on to yourHang-- Max Lucado
A person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was gitting knowledge that was always going to be useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or doubtful.
I said, to be a New Yorker you have to live here for six months, and if at the end of the six months you find you walk faster, talk faster, think faster, you're a New Yorker.
On Monday, there was a new boy at Kizzy's school.
"Yum," said Evie weakly.
"Be praised, O Lords of boy flesh. We thank thee for they bounty," whispered Cactus.
"Amen," said Kizzy, staring.
Lost in a daydream.
I'm going to run away now," says Gat. "Don't take it personally."
"Okay."
"It's better for the starting over if I run. Because walking will just be awkward."
"I said okay."
"Okay, then."
And he runs.
The Geometer has the special privilege to carry out, by abstraction, all constructions by means of the intellect. Who, then, would wish to prevent me from freely considering figures hanging on a balance imagined to be at an infinite distance beyond the confines of the world?
Gimme gimme you fucking greedy fucking cunt
Go gave us His authority, He gave us His wisdom, He is waiting for our actions
I nearer than I was yesterday and further than I am today, tomorrow I'll be square one.
A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest of all. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off." "Is that why you never brush yours?" The Stone Crows roared and stamped their feet, Shagga hooting loudest of all.
Giger's work disturbs us, spooks us, because of its enormous evolutionary time span. It shows us, all too clearly, where we come from and where we are going.